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Their guitars won't stay in tune
The singer uses Autotune
They don't even know how to play their song
And i still don't know who the bass player
The kid heard the word up in Brooklyn.
It was his second year of medical school.
He went and stashed some jeans into his guitar case,
His father
real talk
I'll know the pain by the twang
I'll hear the real in the steel
If that singer's gonna sing it
Best not tell me how to feel
'Cause I'm a grown
ever after in the market place
Desmond lets the children lend a hand
Molly stays at home and does his pretty face
And in the evening she's a singer
only see the dust you leave
It's a bad sign when I feel like cryin'
At some sad song singer
With his heart upon his sleeve
Walked by some kids in
live herethe weather's great
But it's also a little forbidding in
The sense that I can't
Wear a tonne of layers all
The time and be really slick?
Be
with you
Day by day by day by day
Time, time again, it is said
We will hear, we will see
See it all-in his wisdom-hear
His truth will abound
He didn't feel too well that Saturday,
But he was sure by evening he'd be OK,
He'd never had a cold in his whole life,
So why would he be dealt this
won his big fight
Sheer guts and his rage
Now he's the leader of the pack
Feared by one and all
A homemade knife in the back
And he killed a man twice
Here comes
The blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied
To the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot
the nights rolled by like headlights
Shining on a lonesome strip of tar
I kept his word of kindness close to me
Like a pick on my guitar
And we talked
again,
In and then out, ooooh, bop!
"Hi! Welcome to another foul evening with the Divine Miss M!
"After many a summer dies the swan,"
But not when
Once there was a rich young ruler
Living in LA
He was loved by half the world
He had a pretty face
Never broke a single rule
To claim his place
my Glock in her Chanel, that shit cost 5 racks
All these hoes be goin' for real lowkey, just buy 'em X
He got shot up in his shit, I hear he tryna
is his mug shot
I'm on a label with well know singers in it
Look, your man's getting booked and fingerprinted
Polo drives a Benz from state
all around
By the time I'm done you'll be $2.99 a pound
[Verse Two:] Tim Dog
Coming from the butcher shop
Fuck with KRS and the Dog and get
My Daddy was workin' nine to five
While my Momma was havin' me
By the time I was half alive
I knew what I was gonna be
I left school and grew my hair
flashing wit his badge
And shining light in my face
Plus he keep his right hand right by his waist
The wrong move will get a gun right in my face
and
everything, sir!
The Brian in Jail Scene
(BRIAN wakes up with a smile on his face to find himself being dragged along a
cell corridor by TWO GUARDS.
hear voices in my head for what reason
But when the talking stops (pow) it's drive by season
So back the fuck off and give me respect
Now they're
those goods, got those goods
He's a bad boy I can tell by his cowboy
And his cowboy hat too
He's a bad boy ooh
I can tell by his swagger too
He's got
ever again
Nothing you can show to me
Free Tory Lanez
(Canadian singer Tory Lanez)
That is all I wanna see
You bogus
(By the way His real name is
"The baddest", I am tonight
Four letter words are seldom heard with such dignity and bite
All the poets and the part time singers always hang inside
"The baddest", I am tonight
Four letter words are seldom heard with such dignity and bite
All the poets and the part time singers always hang inside
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